Mita Pangan. Frosh. De La Salle-Canlubang.
“Bakit nandito pa kayo?" (In English: "Why are you still here?”) is a question I normally ask when I see my friends where I left them at an unusual time.
I often get answers like:
They interpret my question as:
I believe this is called an illocutionary act, wherein I say something which comes off with another meaning to what I intended to say. In this case, my intention isn’t to make them leave when I ask that question, I just want to know the reason why they’re still there and why they’re staying so late.
“I was never good enough for him, was I?" were the words that my best friend used to start a conversation with me a while ago.
Her message freaked me out. The question was something that came out of the blue. But somehow, I knew what she was trying to say.
I wanted to give her a hug…
… but we were miles apart, I don’t know how to get to her, and I have classes tomorrow. Laaaame. So instead, we had our daily heart-to-heart talk via SMS.
She ended her relationship with a disrespectful jerk just recently, and clearly, she’s still in the process of moving on from what has happened. My best friend’s struggling to find out if she made the right decision.
I strongly believe she did.
So I replied, "He was never good enough for you."
Okay. I’ve been inactive for a while and this particular post has been on my drafts for more than a month now. I don’t know how I could continue my story. My apologies for being so forgetful.
Anyway, here’s what I was supposed to share:
Last August 20, Nikka, Rox, Jasmin, Ika, Junico, and me spent our Saturday evening in Paseo and in Solenad.
The main purpose of our gathering was to watch the bands who’d perform in Solenad. Unfortunately, it got cancelled.
Instead of being sad about the cancellation, we headed out to Starbucks to chill and talk about what we’re going to do next.
L-R: Nikka, Ika, and me (eating waffles).
L-R: Junico, Rox, and Jas.
Sooner or later we got bored at Solenad, so we headed off to Paseo.
Friday, August 19, was Quezon City day. All schools located at QC had no classes; therefore, Page was home from Ateneo.
I needed a picture of Junico for our final project in our scifict class. Friday was the last and only chance for me to take the picture. Since Page was available that day, she wanted to spend time us. We also wanted to hang out with her, so we had a slight change of plans and decided to do the picture taking at Page’s humble home.
To everyone’s surprise, we were done within five minutes. I already had the photo I needed for our project. I thought it would take such a long time. Obviously, we had lots of time to spare and had nothing else to do but to share stories.
View our said final output by clicking this.
I thought that bringing my camera would be such a waste if I just carry it around. So, I suggested that we’ll have a mini-shoot.
We went to Junico’s house for a change in outfits. They wanted me to dress up, too. But who would take my pictures? Lol anyway…
When the girls were all glammed up and were ready to go, we headed outside on the streets of BelAir 3.
This is how I looked like for almost 4 hours of writing my life’s story.
I got carried away with the final project I was doing. This is what I wrote for my paper in general psychology class. It’s 6 pages long and it has approximately 1,942 words in it.
If I receive a low grade for this, I wouldn’t have any clue where I went wrong. But I know who’s face I’ll stab with a rusty screwdriver.